Qingfeng brought the rib corn stew to Ruyan's room, who was starting to look better now. Her face was no longer pale, and it had recovered some of its rosiness, looking especially pretty.
Ruyan had always been pretty, even when she was ill. She was still very beautiful, and was tempting to others.
Jiaojiao Liu sat beside Ruyan and helped her drink some water.
"Ruyan, how are you feeling now?" Qingfeng walked in front of her and asked with care.
Ruyan nodded and said, "The doctor gave me a shot, and now I'm feeling much better."
"Here, have some rib stew to help your recovery." Qingfeng smiled lightly, held up the spoon and fed it to Ruyan.
"This rib stew is good, it's freshly made, right?" Ruyan tasted a sip, and smiled at how tasty it was.
Qingfeng nodded, and continued to feed Ruyan carefully. Shortly after, she finished the whole bowl.